"
"But, my dear man, be reasonable," Philippa persisted. "There are
perhaps a thousand soldiers in the place, the usual preparations
along the cliff for coast defence, a small battery of anti-aircraft
guns, and a couple of searchlights. There isn't a grocer's boy in
the place who doesn't know all this. There's no concealment about
it. You must admit that Germany doesn't need to send over a Secret
Service agent to acquaint herself with these insignificant facts."
Her visitor smiled very faintly. It was the first time he had
relaxed even so far as this.
"I am not in possession of any information which I can impart to you,
Lady Cranston," he said, "but I am not prepared to accept your
statement that Dreymarsh contains nothing of greater interest than
the things which you have mentioned."
There was no necessity for Philippa to play a part now. The
suggestion contained in her visitor's words had really left her in
a state of wonder.
"You are making my flesh creep!" she exclaimed. "You don't mean to
say that we have secrets here?"
"I have said the last word which it is possible for me to say upon
the subject," he declared. "You will understand, I am sure, that
I am not here in the character of an inquisitor. I simply thought
it my duty, in view of the fact that you had made yourself the
social sponsor for Mr.
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